| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Melmoth Reconciled by Honore de Balzac: any thought for her lover; moreover, she believed him to be safe in
Jenny's room, whereas their early return had taken the waiting-woman
by surprise, and she had hidden the officer in the dressing-room. It
had all happened exactly as in the drama that Melmoth had displayed
for his victim. Presently the house-door was slammed violently, and
Castanier reappeared.
"What ails you?" cried the horror-struck Aquilina.
There was a change in the cashier's appearance. A strange pallor
overspread his once rubicund countenance; it wore the peculiarly
sinister and stony look of the mysterious visitor. The sullen glare of
his eyes was intolerable, the fierce light in them seemed to scorch.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Alexandria and her Schools by Charles Kingsley: craftsmen, he becomes, ipso facto, unable to discover any more truth for
us, having put on a habit of mind to which induction is impossible; and
is thenceforth to be passed by with a kindly but a pitying smile. And
so, indeed, it happened with these quarrelsome Alexandrian grammarians,
as it did with the Casaubons and Scaligers and Daciers of the last two
centuries. As soon as they began quarrelling they lost the power of
discovering. The want of the inductive faculty in their attempts at
philology is utterly ludicrous. Most of their derivations of words are
about on a par with Jacob Bohmen's etymology of sulphur, wherein he
makes sul, if I recollect right, signify some active principle of
combustion, and phur the passive one. It was left for more patient and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: You usually have."
We left Hotchkiss in charge and went down-stairs. It was McKnight
who first saw Johnson, leaning against a park railing across the
street, and called him over. We told him in a few words what we
had found, and he grinned at me cheerfully.
"After while, in a few weeks or months, Mr. Blakeley," he said,
"when you get tired of monkeying around with the blood-stain and
finger-print specialist up-stairs, you come to me. I've had that
fellow you want under surveillance for ten days!"
CHAPTER XXX
FINER DETAILS
The Man in Lower Ten |
